Some Ish

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Mmm, ain't this some shit?
 I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
 And her bitch got a bitch
 And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
 Mmm, ain't this some shit?
 I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch
 And her bitch got a bitch
 And my bitch got a bitch and we all like
 I just want a girl who love dem girls
 The same way that I do
 If she can cook and fuck me good
 I just might say that "I do"
 And now I'm rolling, rolling, bussing
 If it's deuce, no discussion
 If you want it, go and get it
 If you don't know nothing, you know
 I'm a drink this drink
 Smoke this weed, I'm a get this bank
 I'm a get back home
 And my bitch stuck up like her shit don't stink
 Want a freaky ho then we could get a hotel
 Bitch is selling pussy and she's selling it for wholesale
 Baby tryna get a ring like a doorbell
 I lick the kitty if it's good and there's no smell
 I told her go slow
 Let's go somewhere that we could both go
 And bring some juice for me to mix with
 I'm about to try and run the distance
 Ladies
 They love them sexy ladies
 I'm fucking with you baby
 I'm fucking with you baby
 I knew she was the best I would discover, she became a
 Bisexual lover, bring her badass friends with her up under the cover
 While she wiggle too, well I know she a freaky motherfucker
 She be super cool, mega thick, [?] looking at the bitch
 What should we talk about? Mmm, she fine
 So I let her holla at her, if she coming to the party
 I be talking bout "mmm, she mine"
 But she says she know another one
 That she can get it, she could go and get another one
 That she don't play around, shit, I'm a go ahead
 Stay around until you go ahead, invite the other one
 Mikey Rocks with my nigga bumping in the whip
 I be on another shit, so I know they coming with me
 [?] kush up in the air
 With the molly and their body and they got em all touchy-feely
 Take a sip up out the double cup
 Cause I'm about to double up, triple up
 Quadruple up, all these bad bitches with me
 And they running shit, I don't know who to fuck
 Don't matter, I hit it
 The women in love with the women, I'm with it
 They popping, they smoking, they open, I'm in it
 My life is exciting, you love it, I live it, go
 So now you niggas wanna act like
 You got your girlfriend wrapped tight
 You motherfuckers, she don't act right
 Was sipping Remy with her last night
 My nigga, I'm jocking, nasty
 Fucking bitches in the back seat
 I pull up on their niggas with the uzi
 Too much sugar in the Kool Aid
 I've got six cells and bitches on my bumper
 It's resale and nigga, it's retail
 So know when we sell, you give me the good number
 I'm a have shit juking all summer
 So what the fuck you niggas want, man?
 Sweater with the gang sign
 I've got an allergy to fake niggas
 I could never let em take mine
 These hoes be talking and whispering
 Telling secrets through the grapevine
 You can't shine if you ain't bright
 So take your time 'fore you take flight
 Ain't this a trip
 Unless you wanna fuck with the clique
 And I've got a bag of the dip
 You could put it in your glass, we could sip like
 

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Duration
05:23
Tempo
130 BPM

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